I'm looking back at you Through rose colored glasses This strawberry moon Is taking me places Like back to the roof of the house where we grew Into familiar faces I scorched my soul On stoners' ash I know the truth Of why you left Put your love on a shelf Been screaming for help before checking out But it's all right I think of you as my intro to love Baby, I'm fine I've got dreams to be thinking of It's four o'clock The finish line And I can finally start to fantasize About what is to come, what's left to be done Get on with my life But it's all right I think of you as my intro to love Baby, I'm fine I've got dreams to be thinking of But it's all right I think of you as my intro to love Baby, I'm fine I've got dreams to be thinking of But it's all right I think of you as my intro to love Baby, I'm fine I've got dreams...